Oliver hadn't always been confident. Like everything else Pre-Cal, Oliver had often shied away from things like true intimacy with other people. Oh, he'd had other partners, of course. He was an angel, not a nun, and he was one of those apparently very rare angels who actually wanted to make the effort. But it was also true that before Cal, it had typically been more of a general wearing down rather than anything remotely close to what this was. Within the comfort and safety of their relationship, Oliver was no longer the reserved, cautious angel (at least not when they were between the sheets, or couch), he could learn to let go a little.
It hadn't taken very long at all with Cal, once Oliver had stopped making excuses and their relationship had been cemented. Whatever had been holding him back before, it had all but melted away with that first kiss. The first of many, and Oliver hoped, would never end. Of course, he still had his modest moments. Particularly whenever Cal would suggest something especially lewd, but in the last three years, Oliver surprised himself more than once with what he could be coaxed into, and enjoy.
"It was an innocent question," Oliver insisted softly, looking at once appropriately scandalized while curiously not sounding the least bit offended as his heart did a very distinct flip flop. The sound of Cal's laughter had a way of lighting him up from the inside out, and leaving Oliver powerless to continue with his schemes in earnest.
Unable to help himself, Oliver bent forward and tenderly brushed the hollow of Cal's throat with his lips, relishing in the sensation of the vibrations passing into him as his boyfriend laughed again. Cal might not seem like a man who laughed much, but he laughed around Oliver.
"But to your point..." Oliver trailed off, drawing back as his hand left the waistband of Cal's boxers suddenly to make the climb back up the demon's sturdy frame. Less exploratory now and more decisive, only stopping to brush a thumb thoughtfully over the curve of Cal's bottom lip and linger over his jawline, completely absent of any imperfections. Another time, Oliver might have protested his innocence a little more convincingly, but he was, at the moment, too preoccupied by the state of Cal under him and the taste of Cal's kiss from before. Oliver was weak.
Anyway, he was no match for Cal, bastard or not. In the end, Oliver was still the angel, and Cal was still the demon. But they had adapted rather remarkably to each other thus far, hadn't they? Rocking forward into his lap, Oliver sought to get as close to him as inhumanely possible. Even through the thicker material of his trousers, the outline of Cal's desire was unmistakable underneath him. "You may have to remind me."
Oliver fit his lips to Cal's with the familiar ease of someone who might as well be made to kiss the other person. A silly thought, maybe, but sometimes Oliver wondered if there wasn't some greater, ineffable plan out there that involved the two of them together. For Oliver, it was simple. There was before he met Cal, and after, when everything that had come before very suddenly ceased to matter. All Oliver craved, now and always, was Cal. Cal and his wickedly delightful tongue, which he searched out now as he sought to press himself to Cal more fully.